Page 79 of Fall For Me
“Stop!” I clip out, pushing my way between the nurse and the bed. “Move. I’ve got her.”
Lowering the rail, I climb in with her, careful not to move her too much. It’s not easy, but I lay on my side—my big ass body hanging halfway off the edge of the bed—but I make it work.
“Sir you can’t?—”
I pin Nurse Ratchet with a hard look. “Don’t fuck with me. I can do whatever the hell I want. Put your hands on my girl like that again and we’re going to have some major problems.”
Releasing a deep sigh, Coach rolls his eyes. “They weren't hurting her, Mackenzie. They were restraining her. She gets a little combative coming out of surgery.”
“I don’t give a shit. They were too rough with her.”
“They won’t take me to my mom.”
I reach up and move the hair out of her eyes. “I know, baby. It’s okay. Look, your dad’s here though.”
“Dad?” Her eyes widen and scan the room until they land on him standing at the foot of her bed. “Dad, I saw Mom!”
“Is that right?” Coach moves to the other side and takes the chair next to her.
“She said you were a ho, like Sean. But he’s not like that no more, Dad. I promise he’s not . . . Tap-tap-tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. She’s right, thatwouldget annoying . . . You stalked Mom?”
When I glance over at Coach, he looks like he’s just seen a ghost. “I never told her any of that.”
Hannah starts laughing hysterically, pulling my attention back to her. “Dad doesn’t like you cause you’re just. Like. Him. Except you’re sexy as fuuuuck.”
I let out a silent laugh and bring her hand to my lips, kissing the top of it. “You think I’m sexy?”
“Have you seen your ass? I can play a game of quarters on that thang.” Her head lolls to the side, and she reaches out a hand to Coach, opening and closing her fist. “Dad, give me a quarter.”
“Jesus Christ, Hannah.” Coach laughs.
Her heavy hand drops to the bed, then her head swivels back towards me.
“Whoa. You’re so beautiful.” Her hand comes up to cup my face, her nails scratching the scruff on my jaw. “Are you Michael or Lucifer?”
“Uh . . . I’m?—”
“Doesn’t really matter which one you are. Either way, I’m going to hell for the things I want you to do to me. Despicable. Dirty. Disrespectful. Nasty shit?—”
“Mi amor, your dad is sitting right next to you. Stop. Don’t peel that off your finger.”
She holds up her index finger with the pulse oximeter, glowing red under the nude tape that’s slightly peeled back from her messing with it. “E.T., phone home.”
“Oh, boy. You’re really high, aren’t you?” a new nurse asks, pushing an empty wheelchair into the room.
“So fucking high,” Hannah singsongs. “This is good shit.”
“Hannah! Language,” her dad scolds, and I laugh at how embarrassed he is by his usually-reserved daughter’s mouth.
The nurse checks Hannah’s vitals, typing something into her laptop, then turns her attention to us. “Ms. Jenkins is going to be a little loopy for a while. I have her discharge instructions right here. Who gets the pleasure of taking this spitfire home?”
“Me,” I say before Coach can get the words out of his mouth.
I know she was supposed to stay with Cammie, but that’s not happening.
“Doesn’t she need to stay the night here?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. “When my late wife had her hysterectomy, she was in the hospital for days.”
“We did a laparoscopic assist; this procedure isn’t as invasive as they used to be. She’ll be just fine.” The nurse turns her attention back to me. “She’s not to drive while on the pain medication. If you have any questions or concerns, you’re welcome to contact the number on the bottom of her discharge instructions. Oh, and I know it goes without saying, but no sex for the next six to eight weeks.”
